Poetry, rage calories, shallot pasta
My brothers and I threw dirt clods at each other. You almost always have a turn of phrase that strikes me, like this one, "...destroyed by those who find community in the public destruction of others."
Oh man that poem.
That poem is really something. Thank you for sharing it.
My brothers and I threw dirt clods at each other. You almost always have a turn of phrase that strikes me, like this one, "...destroyed by those who find community in the public destruction of others."
Oh man that poem.
That poem is really something. Thank you for sharing it.